This is a song about "Left"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Your father left you for another

He a message, i'm the runner

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i'm left for the corrections,

That was good shit, is there any left

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

He was being a bully so i left

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Never ever pay rent

Take away what ever's left

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Your family is left wondering why